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What does a dance instructor do on a Wednesday night after class?
This one went dancing. Almost the only way I dance now is belly dance. I seem to have forgotten how to do the white girl shuffle. And it seems to have drawn me some attention. I was hit on third-hand. I'm dancing away out there, and a cute, buff guy comes up to talk with me. Apparently, the girl he is with really likes my dancing, and thinks I'm quite the hot tamale, but she's too shy to dance, so she sent this guy to let me know. And then she made him a bet he wouldn't dance with me, so here he is. So we danced, boogalooing away.
How junior high!
I looked over. She was pretty cute, herself.
I did remember one other sort of dance, though. I thrashed like mad during "Come On Feel the Noise" (yeah, it was 80s night). My hair was flying everywhere, and my neck wasn't too pleased, afterwards. I'll be sure to hold myself very carefully during kung fu this morning.
I got pretty thirsty, and decided to order a beer. They didn't have the kind I like, so the bartender suggested a Sleeman's Honey Lager. I bought it, took a swig and thought, "This isn't very good." I took another swig. "This isn't very good at all." And by the third swig, I thought, "MOUTH RAPE!!!" Yes, my mouth was filled with sad.
It's a good thing Troy is a booze repository, or it would have been a complete waste of money.
This one went dancing. Almost the only way I dance now is belly dance. I seem to have forgotten how to do the white girl shuffle. And it seems to have drawn me some attention. I was hit on third-hand. I'm dancing away out there, and a cute, buff guy comes up to talk with me. Apparently, the girl he is with really likes my dancing, and thinks I'm quite the hot tamale, but she's too shy to dance, so she sent this guy to let me know. And then she made him a bet he wouldn't dance with me, so here he is. So we danced, boogalooing away.
How junior high!
I looked over. She was pretty cute, herself.
I did remember one other sort of dance, though. I thrashed like mad during "Come On Feel the Noise" (yeah, it was 80s night). My hair was flying everywhere, and my neck wasn't too pleased, afterwards. I'll be sure to hold myself very carefully during kung fu this morning.
I got pretty thirsty, and decided to order a beer. They didn't have the kind I like, so the bartender suggested a Sleeman's Honey Lager. I bought it, took a swig and thought, "This isn't very good." I took another swig. "This isn't very good at all." And by the third swig, I thought, "MOUTH RAPE!!!" Yes, my mouth was filled with sad.
It's a good thing Troy is a booze repository, or it would have been a complete waste of money.
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"Yes, my mouth was filled with sad."
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